Lord Mayor Magpie
There he waltzes, / this debonair / line dancer in mid-air
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There he waltzes, / this debonair / line dancer in mid-air
Read MoreTo say the peace lily died / would be an understatement.
Read MoreIf only it were that: a little / trembling in the hand
Read MoreOn daily walks, we cut the neighbours swaths / Of space
Read MoreWithout design, the future shrugged. / I hoped I might find myself over there and not / be disappointed.
Read MoreOne hand pushes the swing, the other holds an open book, / paper valley of an elsewhere.
Read MoreSeafoam, that crabbed allure, / seen and heard along the byroad
Read MoreWe set the imperial pavilion / on fire, suggested it was lightning, / an act of god.
Read Morewe are curves spilling stories / against your lips
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